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Right Or Wrong - Lake, Blitz

Год

2019

Язык

`Англійська`

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Right Or Wrong

Lake, Blitz

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From what I see, the streets are closing in

Systems holding men

Captive, trapped in a holding pen

Controlling men

From what I see, the hustle goes on

Niggas with stress stay strong

A nigga gotta eat right or wrong

From what I see, the streets are closing in

Systems holding men

Captive, trapped in a holding pen

Controlling men

From what I see, the hustle goes on

Niggas with stress stay strong

A nigga gotta eat

Finally the gates cracked

Inhaled a fresh breeze that took me way back

To days of freedom, son we gave 'em seven even

Now a free man, prepared a steep plan to see grams

Without having to deal with lose grams and unmarked vans

Tell me your focus, it seems you like it when police provoke us

Lead to us grabbing toasters, shoot to kill when they approach us

Instantly tag us, no respect when they bag us

Throw us on the wall, feeling niggas up like they faggots

Hit you where it hurt, kick in ya door

You on the floor, they up ya wifey skirt lookin for raw

What is it for?

Just for doing dirt tryin to score

You broke the law, you just put in work

Son in one shot you lose it all

Nowadays I never lose sleep

Yo Lake, I thought you knew the game was too deep

Son the streets pray on niggas who sleep

Keep it up son and you’ll be fourty two in the pen

With consectutive tens waiting ya turn to do this again

From what I see, the streets are closing in

Systems holding men

Captive, trapped in a holding pen

Controlling men

From what I see, the hustle goes on

Niggas with stress stay strong

A nigga gotta eat right or wrong

From what I see, the streets are closing in

Systems holding men

Captive, trapped in a holding pen

Controlling men

From what I see, the hustle goes on

Niggas with stress stay strong

A nigga gotta eat

Hold up dun you buggin cuz, all of the sudden

Now you acting like these niggas don’t owe me nothin

You frontin, no you changed nigga, you ain’t the same nigga

At all, what up Blitz, huh?

You afraid nigga?

My word I hate niggas, like you

Who do a bid then come home and go back to school

Thats weak, I’m gon' hustle to eat 'til I die

I don’t give a fuck about writing no rhymes

Cuz I grind for mines, got a bubble Benz from it

Ya’ll thug niggas thats trying to rap ain’t got nothin

You playin yourself trying jump on the stage

With ya young ass gear, damn near twenty eight

Just face it, its too late you missed ya shot

So forget about Blitz turn back to poppin

Come hit the block and puts it down

Thats word to spit I ain’t feelin you right now

Fuck you nigga, I’m writing rhymes

I’m choppin dimes

Shit, I’m layin low

I’m tryin shine, nigga fuck rap

Nah, nigga fuck crime

I know I ain’t wrong

Nigga, you know you ain’t right

I’m writing rhymes

Nigga, I’m choppin dimes

Shit, I’m layin low

I’m tryin shine, nigga fuck rap

Nah, nigga fuck crime

I know I ain’t wrong

Shit, you know you ain’t right

My hand to Black Ed, the life of crime and slingin crack’s dead

For me, its either music or clap feds

I see it in your eyes you ain’t changed duke, you ain’t learned shit

Still flippin, runnin with young G’s ready to burn clips

You fucking right, cuz I missed a lot

I was nineteen when they knocked me pop

And you expect me to not sling?

Seeing all these bitch niggas frontin

Knowin they ain’t been threw it or did nothin

I see your vision, but still can’t understand how you livin

As if you never took a journey from prison, open your eyes

They are, and for you I see nothin happened

You rappin to yourself still walking from Queens Plaza

(Lake)

Yeah but I’m still me, nigga still G

And while, you behind the wall I’ll be still free

You wilin' on these streets son (I don’t care)

I see you headed back up north (But you ain’t headed no where)